Sunday brunch chez moi

This Sunday, I had Poppy (Scottish, sipping mocha) and Julia (Polish, delicately handling utensils) over for a lazy brunch. My kitchen is my favourite part of my new apartment (aside from the laundry rails that crank up and down from the ceiling), but since I realized that Western ingredients are more expensive than Western restaurant food, my gas range and lovely yellow countertops haven't been getting much of a workout. The solution: French-pressed mochas; my old favourite, French toast; and a ginormous fruit salad. Katie (American, delivering dry wit) joined us too, and sitting around the awesome sea-foam folding table that came with the flat (and enjoying the first sunshine we'd seen in a week), we congratulated ourselves on starting a new weekend tradition.